In Memoriam: Andrzej Żuławski

Farewell, Żuławski; take thy demon wing
And back into the darkness draw thy fire.
Thy shamans and thy devils of desire
Remain, and make thy crazy praises ring;
The shadow, shern and louse lustily sing
And dance in double time around thy pyre;
Ensuring that the world, though thou retire,
Shall not forget the most important thing.

Who, having shared thy vision, could go back,
Escape thy creatures barking in the brain?
What mind or eye resist such bold attack,
Retreating to mere sanity again?
So sprawl among the silver globes above,
And laugh amid demented shrieks of love.